Zhao Huaian and the other three also walked to their seats.

Ji Chen walked to the end of the passage, took off the horizontal knife from his back, put it on the table together with the coiled dragon stick, and then sat down on the wicker chair.

The whole venue was quiet, no one dared to speak.

There is no problem that cannot be solved by killing. The reason why the law does not punish everyone is because too few people are killed.

What is justice?

What is a demon?

When you kill everyone until everyone is afraid, you are just, but not the same.

This is Jianghu.

Regarding things in the arena, it doesn’t matter whether you say yes or not!

When it comes to things in the arena, if you say it’s not, then it’s not, and if it’s yes, it’s not!

explain!

unnecessary!

Only the weak will keep explaining, and then the more they explain, the more confused they become. Finally, they fall into other people's traps and are led into the ditch.

Power emerges from the iron rod, and justice emerges from the blade of the sword.

Ji Chen never bothers to explain. When you kill enough people, someone will naturally explain it to you. Even the black ones can be explained to the white ones.

You see, now that I have killed a group of people, I have become much better behaved. No one has ever mentioned the topic of the devil, the cultivation of the Blood River Chariot, etc. anymore.

Everyone was sitting there politely!

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